s startling intelligence with every evidence of
satisfaction.

"You are doing great work, Mr. Deever," said he. "We shall soon have
this affair straightened out."

As Nick pronounced these words he signaled to Chick in their sign
language as follows:

"What do you think of this witness?"

Chick promptly returned the answer:

"He seems to be telling the truth."

Then Deever turned toward the new witness.

"Mr. Haskell, Mr. Colton," said he, in hasty introduction. "Now,
Haskell, tell what you know."

"Wait," said Nick, "who is this man?" And he pointed to Chick.

"He's a fellow that knows my brother. We met him just below, and brought
him along to help in the identification. There are two more coming."

"Then you purpose to disinter your brother's body at once?"

"Of course I do."

"You have no tools."

"The others will bring them. That's what they're after."

"Where is the place?"

"The hospital garden. Haskell, tell your story. But, no; I'll tell it
for you to save time."

He took Nick by the arm and led him along the hospital wall on the
southern side of the ground. They followed the wall in the direction of
the river, until they came to the corner.

Between them and the river was a large piece of ground nearly as wild in
appearance as it was a hundred years ago. Many trees and bushes grew
upon it.

"This place," said Deever, "is a sort of lovers' walk. Any pleasant
evening in summer you can see dozens of couples walking down that path.

"Haskell was here Monday evening with a young lady. They sat for a while
on the trunk of a fallen tree, looking off toward the river.

"It was nearly eleven o'clock when Haskell walked home with her. Then he
discovered that he had lost his knife. He had been whittling the
tree-trunk with it.

"It was a good knife, and he thought it worth while to go back and try
to find it. He went back, and after quite a hunt, found it beside the
tree.

"By this time it was after midnight. On his way home he passed the spot
where we are now standing.

"Just as he got here, he heard a peculiar noise on the other side of the
wall. It seemed strange that anybody should be at work in the garden at
that hour, but the sound was as if somebody was using a shovel.

"Haskell has more curiosity than a woman. He resolved to find out what
was going on inside that garden.

"The wall here is pretty high, as you see, but with the help of a piece
of board he climbed up so that he cou